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Nilpaurion Felagund · 03-05-2004, 02:03 AM

Can I bring those to my page?

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Arwen is still lying on her bed.

Elrond: Ano ka ba?! Nakahiga ka pa rin? Bangon na, tamad! Aalis na barko mo! [You are still in bed? Get up, you lazybones! Your ship is leaving!]

Arwen sits up.

Arwen: Do I get the coconut thing with a drink inside.

Elrond: No.

Arwen: How about my teddy? Can he go, too?

Elrond: Let me see...no.

Arwen: Then I have made my choice.

Elrond: He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there is no hope.

Arwen: I want my teddy!

Elrond: If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated and Aragorn made King and all that you hope for comes true, you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die.

A a crypt in Minas Tirith, Aragorn lies atop it with Anduril clasped in his hands. Arwen is veiled and mourning, other mourners pass. As Elrond speaks, Aragorn's body becomes a stone sculpture. Arwen stands alone at the foot of his crypt.

Elrond: There will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death. An image of the splendor of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent.

Arwen wanders in a bare, cold forest.

Elrond: Arwen...

Arwen: Zzzsnork...huh? Oh, yeah sure. Can I bring teddy?

Elrond: Just go, OK? Is that so hard to do?

03-05-2004, 02:03 AM	#124
Nilpaurion Felagund Scion of The Faithful Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: The brink, where hope and despair are akin. [The Philippines] Posts: 5,312	That was great!!! Can I bring those to my page? -------------------- Arwen is still lying on her bed. Elrond: Ano ka ba?! Nakahiga ka pa rin? Bangon na, tamad! Aalis na barko mo! [You are still in bed? Get up, you lazybones! Your ship is leaving!] Arwen sits up. Arwen: Do I get the coconut thing with a drink inside. Elrond: No. Arwen: How about my teddy? Can he go, too? Elrond: Let me see...no. Arwen: Then I have made my choice. Elrond: He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there is no hope. Arwen: I want my teddy! Elrond: If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated and Aragorn made King and all that you hope for comes true, you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. A a crypt in Minas Tirith, Aragorn lies atop it with Anduril clasped in his hands. Arwen is veiled and mourning, other mourners pass. As Elrond speaks, Aragorn's body becomes a stone sculpture. Arwen stands alone at the foot of his crypt. Elrond: There will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death. An image of the splendor of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent. Arwen wanders in a bare, cold forest. Elrond: Arwen... Arwen: Zzzsnork...huh? Oh, yeah sure. Can I bring teddy? Elrond: Just go, OK? Is that so hard to do? __________________ フェンリス鴨 (Fenrisu Kamo) The plot, cut, defeated. I intend to copy this sig forever - so far so good...